Peter S. Quinn

Sonnet 45, Feelings Without Words - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In my heart you bear the sweetest of light,
The fire of each bloom that grows again fresh;
The certain things that are of day and night,
My soul with shades of new-born - from your flesh.
I will love each bloom that your heart carries,
Flowers, that are feelings - tender and tied;
Words can't make difference when love marries,
With fragrance of nightly flowers that hide.
For each time I tell you: I love you dearly,
Because there aren't other ways to tell you this,
Each arrow from your heart has given flowers;
So straight to my feelings - to see more clearly,
And each minute, hour with you - a dear wish,
Always with love, it continues and towers

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 8, 2011

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